I have a friend who calls songs that get stuck in your head "ear worms". This is the ear worm that I woke up with in my head today.
The thing about ear worms is that you have a connection of some sort with them. It may simply be that you heard that song one time too many (or a thousand times too many) or that you connect it with an event or memory.
This one has a few connections for me. As a wee small rabbit, my way older siblings were very into the Dick Clark sort of TV shows. I recall very clearly watching Del Shannon lip-sinc this song. I have visions of my sisters dancing around the den in their socks... with boo-foo hair dos and sixties make-up... swooning over ol' Del. Sighs and giggles. Big boo and I, rolling our eyes to their teen insanity and silly dance moves like the swim or boogaloo. This clip of it tickles me... those teen bunnies hopping around their idol.
Singing along into my hair brush in the privacy of my bedroom. Ha. I can't sing to save my soul... at least not in tune. Later on and for all these years, this particular song has been a constant in the shower show line up. I love those high notes and dropping down to gravel and gritty.
It left me for a time. Forgotten and replaced by "my" music, not that of my sisters. Then made a fierce return to ear wormdom via the TV series Crime Story. That put a new connection into my head... a little strip about a bad man waking up in a strange phony town full of mannequins. A vision of poetic justice in a corrupt world. Now when this ear worm visits me, that video memory plays in my head with it. The look on that bad man's face when he finally figured out where he was and what was about to BOOM!
There... now I can set the ear worm free until the next time. Sorry if you caught it. For me, talking about it, gets rid of it. Though as ear worms go, this one at least has some fun memories attached. Unlike "They're Coming To Take Me Away". I don't want to go there! Oh crap. Too late. Heavy sigh.